Saturday, July 18, 2009

Cold Morning

The night quivered with the revelation of passion,
beneath the scarce raised lashes of your eyes.
And sighing lightly, the cinders began to sputter in the dying fire,
Struck by the sudden chilliness of the room…

All night the thunderstorm threatened, to turn the whole world upside down.
All night we tried to warm up, a love gone cold.

Kindled

Last night You wrote your sonnets in  Braille: the commas, parenthesis,  Ellipses... engraved perfectly on my skin- and I  w...